Our story began at Marist College. He was a football player, she was a cheerleader, but we weren’t some movie cliché. There was no instant spark or grand romantic moment that swept us off our feet. We met at a house party, exchanged a few words, and that was it. No fireworks; just a subtle shift, the quiet start of something real. What started as simple conversations grew into something deeper as we spent the next ten years supporting one another. Not just in our relationship, but as individuals. We focused on our personal goals, chased our dreams, and learned who we were, all while holding each other up. We’ve had our share of falling outs, moments when life pulled us in different directions, but love always found its way back to us; stronger, clearer, and more certain each time. Our love grew quietly. We didn’t rush. We chose patience, space, and individuality. We always knew that the best version of “us” would come when we were the best versions of ourselves. Our proposal was perfectly imperfect. It was intimate, thoughtful, and deeply us. It began in a private studio, softly lit with candles and filled with roses, each corner holding pieces of our story. Pictures of us through the years, reminding us of the journey we’ve taken. Ten years of growing, supporting, and loving each other. There was no audience, no noise, just us and the love we shared. After agreeing to forever without hesitation, we stepped outside into a gentle March rain. The New York skyline was glowing through the mist. That day, the rain didn’t feel heavy or ruin the moment. It felt like a blessing; washing away any doubts, and welcoming the start of our forever together.